LITTLE GABRIEL
One night, after most of the pack had gone to bed, Olivia sat by the window in their room, Gabriel nestled in her arms, fast asleep. The soft light of the moon streamed through the window, bathing both mother and child in a gentle glow. Olivia hummed softly, a lullaby she remembered from her childhood, her voice barely above a whisper. As she did, the door creaked open, and Antonio stepped into the room, his gaze soft as he watched the scene unfold before him.
"You should be resting," he said quietly, his voice filled with warmth.
Olivia smiled without looking up. "I am. This… this is rest for me."
Antonio came closer, sitting beside her and reaching out to gently stroke Gabriel's tiny head. "He's so peaceful," he murmured, his voice full of awe. "It's hard to believe he's here. It feels like just yesterday we were still figuring everything out."